Silent Night by GN Braun

Christmas Eve. The trees dripped with rain. Streetlights flashed through the water droplets and fragmented into a rainbow of myriad colours.

Cara ran, as fast as she could. She knew it wouldn’t be fast enough.

Nothing could ever be fast enough.

The night was still. No cars in the distance; no carollers plying their dying trade – just her blood rushing through her eardrums like the roar of the ocean from a shell. A fragile, self-contained ecosystem that would soon come to an end.